Page 143 of When You Had Me Adapting

“Careful you two,” Poppy says. “We don’t need the residents gossiping about another hickey on Lacey’s neck.”

Wren, Gray, and Poppy all burst out laughing.

“I swear for being over eighty, those women have the vision of a toddler,” Lacey laughs. “That was a month ago and they’re still talking about it. 307 was offering me advice last week about how to properly cover one with makeup.” She shakes her head.

“She’s so funny,” Wren says.

“I think she and 330 are talking about moving in with each other, too. I heard the office ladies talking about it the other day,” Gray says.

“If they end up getting married, we better be invited,” Wren adds.

“Right?” Lacey smiles.

She sips her champagne and laughs when Tanner says something stupid. She’s wearing a T-shirt that she insisted on buying me. It’s dark gray and on the front it says “Nice Tits” with two small titmouse birds sitting on a limb. Her black leggings hug every bit of her long legs. Her hair is pulled out of her face. She looks so happy. I walk over and grab my camera off the top of one of the stacks of boxes. I pull it to my eye and capture herhappiness, telling myself I will do whatever it takes to make her this happy every day, for the rest of my life.

“Where’s Chloe?” Logan asks, sitting down next to Poppy.

“Ava’s sick, so she couldn’t get away,” Gray says.

“Ava?” Donovan asks.

“Her little girl,” Wren says.

“I didn’t know she had a daughter,” Enzo chimes in.

“Yeah. She’s super cute and absolutely wild in the best way,” Gray smiles. “Dad’s a piece of shit and long gone, so when she brings something home from daycare, Chloe’s on her own.”

“That’s a shame,” Donovan says. “I was happy y’all brought her to the wedding. She’s a lot of fun.”

“Oh yeah, Chloe’s a blast when she lets loose,” Gray agrees. “She was bummed she couldn’t be here, but she’s going to try to help with Logan’s move.”

“When exactly is the move happening?” Tanner asks.

“Next weekend and I expect you all to be there to help,” Poppy laughs.

“And what will I get for helping?” Tanner teases.

“Pizza and champagne,” Poppy deadpans.

Tanner grumbles something under his breath.

“What did you say, T?” Logan asks.

“Nothing, happy to help you move.”

“Speaking of moving. How’s the roommate hunt coming?” Logan asks.

“It’s not,” he says. I don’t miss Wren’s eyes shooting toward Lacey and then back down to her plate.

“If only we knew someone who needed a roommate,” Lacey says, staring very obviously at Wren.

“Right?” Tanner says, oblivious to what my girl is suggesting. “All of you assholes,” he points at all the guys in the room with a mouth full of pizza, “are happily paired off and there isn’t anyone left to take my spare bedroom.”

“Doesn’t have to be a guy. Wren needs a—” Lacey begins.

“So, how’s married life?” Wren asks abruptly, cutting off Lacey and looking toward Enzo. “I know we keep saying it, but your wedding was stunning.”

“What about Wren?” Tanner asks.

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